I cannot remember a time when I wasn’t drawing or creating something. At five years old my deepest desires were to become an artist and to play dress-up, which is why my studio is my ultimate happy place. It’s filled with paint, canvases, a disco ball, backdrops, and a mountain of costumes. 

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When creating in my happy place I never ‘decide’ what to paint or photograph. I simply choose to discover something and then allow that something to use me as a channel. Painting is more inward for me. It’s a way to find out something about myself. Photography is outward in that it shows me something about the world. 

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The action of making art is a lot like therapy in that they both can be used as a tool to bring forth that which needs attention. The initial stage is mostly muck-clearing; you know you’re looking for something but you don’t exactly know what. Slowly, the “something” begins to reveal itself and you’re able to begin the real work you came to do. With time, effort, and conviction the subject of your work moves through you in the most organic (and usually surprising) way until it becomes fully expressed and released from you. This is why art is inherently intimate and not always “pretty”. It is the product of a person’s inner work and an expression of their soul.